“I was up all night”

A phrase I’ve used, almost daily, since my late teens. In my 20’s, regularly flopping into bed at 3am (on a school night!) only to wake three hours later and head to work. Burning the candle at both ends, working hard but playing harder; sleeping was cheating. Fast forward to my 30th year and I’m still UP ALL NIGHT. Champagne bottles have been replaced with a cocktail of breast and formula, the doof doof with glorious gurgles, both music to my ears.

I know I’m not alone. Parenting, partying, pontificating! We’re all Up All Night, a badge of honour displayed in the bags under our eyes. So welcome, pull up a pew, because let’s face it; you can sleep when you’re dead!